And then, with breathtaking grace, he drops to his knees between my spread legs, his dazzling blue eyes gleaming up at me with an expression that’s equal parts predatory and adoring.
My cock twitches, catching on before I do. I open my mouth to protest, or maybe to plead. I’ll never know which because whatever words were in my throat, turn into a yell as Ginni’s hot little tongue starts lapping at me.
The bloom of pleasure is intense. Shocking in its suddenness. Overwhelming with just how abruptly it has consumed me.
My breath has stuck in my lungs. My eyes have rolled back. How is he so damn good at this?
His wet tongue licks and licks. Slowly running over every inch of my cock as if savoring the taste.
Up and down. Up and down. Around and around.
As all my blood rushes south, the sensations become more heightened. More pronounced. More exquisite.
I groan helplessly. Overcome with pleasure. Sparks igniting behind my eyelids.
His tongue caresses me with feelings. With ecstasy and euphoria. Tracing over me with reverence and obvious delight.
Ginni loves working my cock. He loves the taste of it. The feel. This is far from a chore for him. And I’m amazed at what the difference feels like. I don’t think I can ever go back to having my cock sucked unenthusiastically. Not now that I know how it feels to be worshipped.
I groan again. Deeper. Louder. With even less shame.
Ginni has reached the tip of my very hard cock. His clever little tongue flicks at my slit, and I see stars.
I need his soft lips. Need them to wrap around me and roll gently down. All the way down. I need all of me to be inside Ginni, and I need it now.
I growl in confusion as his tongue leaves me. I open my eyes and glare at him.
He smirks at me, and places something on my cockhead.
“Is that a cock ring?” I exclaim.
“Hmm mm,” he nods. “I know they should go on when soft, but I got excited. This is a nice stretchy one, so it should be fine.” The tip of his tongue pokes out between his plump lips. “I think so, anyway.”
“Ginni!” I warn.
His hand moves, and the tight silicone starts rolling down my length. I grunt. He stops and adds a dollop of lube. Then his hand moves ruthlessly until the cock ring is snug around my base.
“There!” he declares in triumph.
“Ginni…”
“Sssh! The live stream is about to begin.”
My mouth shuts so quickly my jaw clicks. He cannot be serious. Oh heaven help me, this cannot be happening. I am a feared mafia man. I can’t be on twitch chained naked to a femboy’s bed, with a bloody cock ring on!
Wherever the bloody camera is pointing, it’s far, far too close for comfort.
I pull on my chains, but it is no good. Ginni has made sure my new position is just as secure as my old one was.
Ginni’s hand disappears under his absurdly short skirt. He squirms and then his hand returns with a butt plug. The little menace loves having his hole filled. And it is giving me serious flashbacks to our so-called wedding night.
He flashes me another malevolent smile, and turns around to face his computer. I watch in dismay as my new reality unfolds.
When he said he was going to sit on my lap, he really meant it. And there is nothing I can do to stop it. Even worse is the fact that I’m not entirely sure I do want to stop it. Getting to enjoy Ginni’s ass again doesn’t seem all that terrible.
His evil little fingers take a hold of me and hold me steady. He wriggles a little. Then he starts to sink down. Letting my cock slide into his silken heat.
My lungs stutter. My heart races. Pleasure curls my toes.
